I Like to Feel This Way

But who am I

To ask why

Some mighty force

In nature’s course

Makes me feel this way?

If it’s love

It’s clear as mud

And I don’t understand

But who cares, it’s grand.

I like to feel this way.

I’ll just wait for tomorrow,

Wait for happiness or sorrow

Before I cry or laugh

At whichever crosses my path,

But I still like to feel this way.

If it’s love

It’s bright above,

And I’ll take my stand

To lead the brass band,

‘Cause I like to feel this way.